There are those who flyFrom the highest heightsOn the wings they carry-Searching for the highThey can never find-Thinking love is blind.Never mind.They'll never seeThe forest for the trees'Til they turn to love.

Crying through the eyesOf my own disguise-Came to know the truthFrom the lies.So,I hope you'll understand howI'm another kind of man now.All I want is just to standCloser to your love.